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PANDEMONIUM, 


RECORDS  OP  THE  HER! 


AT    WHICH 


KING   ALCOHOL   OBTAINED    DOMINION 


OVER  THE  WORLD  FROM  HIS  SATANIC  MAJESTY. 


REV.   A.   K.   CRAWFORD,  A.   M, 


Entered  according  to  act  of  Congress,  in  the  year  1874,  in  the  office  of  the  Librarian  of  Goagrets, 
at  Washington. 


HEALDSBURG,  GAL.: 

PRINTED  AT  THE  OFFICE  OF  THE  RUSSIAN  RIVBR  FLAG. 
1874. 


DEDICATION, 


This  Poem  is  affectionately  dedicated  to  the  temperance  workers 
*—  in  Sonoma  county,  California,  whose  kind  appreciation  has  brought  it 
>T  before  the  public  by  these  resolutions  unanimously  adopted  at  a  Di-s- 
<  trict  Convention  of  the  I.  O.  G.  T. :  C 

Resolved,  That  in  the  opinion  of  this  Ludge  the  poeni  Avhich  our 

J   District  Deputy  has  delivered  during  this  campaign,  entitled,  "Pande- 

*    monium,"  is  calculated  to  do  good         *         *         *  *  *  * ; 

1°:    we  therefore  request  Brother  Crawford  to  have  this  poeui  published  in 

pamphlet  form 

Resolved,   That  the  expense  of  publishing  one  thousand  copies  be 
included  in  the  current  expenses  of  the  Lodge. 


EXPLANATORY. 

The  reader  may  remember  that  the  germ  of  this  poem  appeared 
in  a  prase  article  in  the  religious  and  temperance  papers  eight  years 
ago.  For  this  and  every  other  borrowed  thought  the  writer  is  grate- 
ful. A  friend  of  the  muses,  oti  hearing  this  poem,  said,  "It  contains 
the  original  ideife  of  seven  different  poets."  But  all  modern  poets 
might  say,  with  Campbell,  when  asked  to  write  something  original  in 
a  lady's  album: 

**  Ail  original  something,  lair  tuai<lf  you  would  win  me 

To  write    but  how  shall  I  begin? 
For  I  fear  I  have  nothing  original  in  me 
Excepting  original  sin." 


PANDEMONIUM. 


Dark  is  the  night  and  gloomy  clouds 

Hang  o'er  the  poet's  way  ; 
The  thunders  bellow  long  and  loud ; 

Wildly  the  lightnings  play  ; 

The  winds  howl  in  the  dark  ravine 
Through  which  his  journey  lies, 

And  naught  on  either  hand  is  seen, 
Save  as  the  frowning  skies 

Flash  forth  their  fury  on  his  path 

To  dazzle  and  to  blind. 
Yet  smiles  he  at  their  sullen  wrath; 

It  suits  his  fervid  mind. 

Yes,  smiles  and  quotes  another  bard:    "  Oh  night, 

And  storm,  and  darkness,  ye  are  wondrous  strong, 
Yet  lovely  in  your  strength,  as  is  the  light 

Of  a  dark  eye  in  woman  !     Far  along, 
From  peak  to  peak,  the  rattling  crags  among 

Leaps  the  live  thunder  !     Not  from  one  lone  cloud, 
But  every  mountain  now  bath  found  a  tongue, 

And  Jura  answers,  through  her  misty  shroud. 
Back  to  the  joyous  Alps,   who  call  to  her  aloud ! 

And  this  is  in  the  night : — most  glorious  night ! 

Thou  wert  not  sent  for  slumber!  let  me  be 
A  sharer  in  thy  fieice  and  far  delight, — 

A  portion  of  the  tempest  and  of  thee ! 
How  the  lit  lake  shines,  a  phosphoric  sea, 

And  the  big  rain  comes  dancing  to  the  earth  ! 
And  now  again  'tis  black, — and  now,  the  glee 

Of  the  loud  hills  shakes  with  its  mountain-mirth, 
As  if  they  did  rejoice  o'er  a  young  earthquake's  birth. 

In  this  excited  mood  our  poet  gives 

His  hand  to  Fancy,  and  her  guidance  asks. 

She  leads  him  down  to  where  that  spirit  lives, 
Who  keeps  the. demons  at  their  desperate  tasks. 


He  enters ;  but  the  "  Prince  and  Power  of  air" 

Shows  not  his  dignity  of  Milton's  times: 
He  does  not  even  give  his  guest  a  chair, 

But  storms  and  swears  about  his  temperance  rhymes. 

"  Hold,"  said  the  bard,  "  what  ails  your  majesty? 

I  never  knew  before  that  Satan  drank  ; 
Yet  none  but  drunkards  get  enraged  at  me, 

Because  ray  temperance  verses  are  so  frank." 

In  serpent  hiss,  these  words  the  fiend  breathed  out : 
"  Ye.  puny  earth-born  creatures  of  the  globe, 

Ye  may  believe  the  story,  or  may  doubt, 
About  your  baby  parents'  fig-leaf  robe  ; 

"  Yet  thirvk  not  now  my  valiant  hosts  to  rout, 

All  clad  in  adamantine  garb  and  armed 
With  hell's  best  weapons.     By  your  songs  and  shouts 

Think  ye  that  my  immortal  veterans  can  be  harmed  ? 

"  Your  preachers  boast  of  prophecy  fulfilled, 
And  tell  the  people  I  will  soon  be  chained. 

Apocalyptic  nonsense,  this,  distilled  ! 

I'll  have  these  reverend  babblers  starved  or  brained. 

"  I'm  mad  to-day;  because  my  hosts  well  drilled 

And  well  equipped,  for  several  years,  have  only  gained 

A  little  ground  where  preachers  smoked  and  swilled, 
And  now  this  source  of  revenue  is  drained." 

As  thus  he  spake,  a  herald  at  the  door 

Proclaimed,  a  delegation  had  returned, 
Which  Sitan  had  sent  out  some  time  before  ; 

So,  with  his  cloven  foot,  the  florr  he  spurned 

And  left  the  room.     The  poet  stood  alone 

And  on  a  desk  before  his  eyes  there  lay 
The  records  of  th'  infernal  pit.     In  stone 

Those  records  were  engraven,  and  deciy 

Had  not  defaced  the  adamantine  page. 

The  page  before  him  was  of  ancient  date  ; 
And  now,  that  Satan  had  gone  off  in  rage, 

Our  poet  took  th'  infernal  chair  of  state, 

That  stands  behind  that  desk  from  age  to  age, 

And  thus  to  himself  in  soliloquy  said, 

"Why,  what  in  the  world  made  the  Devil  so  mad '( 

Ah !   here  is  the  book  he  was  reading,  I  think 

(If  a  book  can  be  made  without  paper  or  ink) ; 

Doubtless  here  we  shall  find  what  has  made  him  terrific, 

If  I  can  decipher  his  hieroglyphics." 

So  saying,  our  poet  looked  down  on  the  volume, 


All  nicely  engraven  in  good  Latin  verses  ; 
And  here  is  its  substance,  correctly  translated, 
Except  that  we  leave  out  the  Devil's  black  curses : 

Once  on  a  time,  far  back  in  ancient  days, 

Old  Satan,  "  prince  of  earth  and  power  of  air," 

Convened  in  council  Pandemonium. 

High  on  his  throne  of  fire  sat  Lucifer, 

And  on  his  awful,  kingly  brow  there  gleamed 

A  burning  diadem  that  glowed  and  flashed 

Like  vivid  lightning  in  the  smoky  air. 

The  fallen  spirits,  rank  on  rank,  of  powers 

And  principalities,  by  myriads  thronged  the  hall. 

All  forms  of  evil,  grim  and  horrible, 
Around  him  gathered  like  the  satellites 
Around  a  burning  star.     They  silent  sat 
In  that  illimitable  hall  whose  light 
Consisted  of  a  blue  and  sulphurous  flaino, 
While  lurid  smoke  hung  like  a  canopy 
Of  grand,  infernal  glory  o'er  the  scene. 

Then  Satan  rose,  in  majesty  sublime, 

As  one  ordained  to  rule  by  right  of  rank, 

And  thus  addressed  the  gathered  multitude: 

"  O  Princes,  Potentates,  and  Powers  of  hell ' 

Who  do  my  bidding,  and  who  serve  me  best 

When  most  ye  thwart  th'  Almighty  One's  design.-*, 

Give  audience  !     Ye  know  that  we  have  tried 

Our  subtlest  wiles  upon  that  mortal  race, 

Since  by  our  cunning  we  at  first  deceived 

Their  mother;  yet,  they  are  so  hedged  about 

By  holy  influence  and  angels  sent 

From  heaven,  that  scarcely  can  we  now  destroy 

A  single  soul.     Alas,  I  cannot  glut 

My  vengeance  on  them  as  I  would  to  spite 

Heaven's  Monarch  !     Noble  Chiefs,  I  have  con  vent  <1 

Yoa  here  to  get  your  wisdom's  counsel,  how 

We  may  best  ruin  men,  while  on  the  earth, 

And  afterward  bring  them  to  this  our  pit. 

Now,  speak  ye  each  his  mind!  and  him  who  shall 

Give  wisest  counsel  and  the  strongest  means 

Devise  to  bring  about  our  royal  purpose,  I 

Will  give  dominion  over  earth  and  its 

Inhabitants,  and  he  shall  have  a  seat 

At  my  right  hand  forevermore." 

Thus  spake  the  fiend  ;  and  hell,  from  center  to 

Circumference,  resounded  with  applause. 

Then  up  rose  Moloch,  horrid  king,  besmeared 


With  blood  of  human  sacrifice,  and  said: 

"O,  Chief  of  many  thrones  and  many  powers '. 

Who  led  the  embattled  seraphim  to  war! 

I  claim  the  offered  prize!     You  know  I  am 

Of  cruelty  the  great  inspirer  !  who 

Made  hard  the  heart  of  Cain  and  all 

The  murderers  since  the  world  began! 

O  Chief!  give  me  dominion  over  earth, 

And  I  will  make  it  one  Aceldama  ! 

I'll  sharpen  the  assassin's  knife!     I'll  bring 

The  rack,  the  wheel,  and  persecution's  tools 

Of  every  name,  and  nameless  engines  dire! 

I'll  make  men  pirates  and  the  thieves  of  men, 

Till  millions  rot  in  dungeons  and  in  chains  ! 

I'll  cause  wild  war  on  earth,  and  mid  the  smoke 

Of  burning  pities  men  shall  fight,  and  rend 

Each  other  like  wild  beasts,  till  earth  shall  reek 

With  midnight  massacre  !     Then  shall  they  come, 

O  Master,  shrieking  from  red  battle  fields, 

To  people  thy  dark  realms  !" 

Scarce  mid  applause  had  Moloch  reached  his  seat, 
When  Belial  rose,  "  in  form  most  graceful,  and 
Quite  eloquent  to  make  the  worse  appear 
The  better  reason,  and  perplex  and  dash 
Maturest  counsels;"  yet  he  pleased  the  ear, 
And  thus  be  spake : 

"  Of  Discord  I 

The  spirit  am  ;  nor  war  nor  cruelty 
Can  blast  the  earth  till  I  have  sowed  the  seeds 
Of  enmity.     Be  mine  the  task  to  rule 
The  world.     I'll  point  the  tongue  of  Slander  like 
The  serpent's  tooth,  and  set  all  hearts  on  fire 
Of  hell.     The  nation's  counsels  I  will  guide, 
And  cause  false  wituessings  and  frauds  and  bribes, 
Till  good  men  in  despair  deny  their  God, 
And  die  blaspheming,  to  come  down  and  dwell 
Forever  with  the  damned  !" 

Then  Mammon,  "  meanest,  least  erect  of  all 
The  fallen  spirits,"  rose,  and  said: 

"  Hear  me, 

O  Satan !  for  thou  knowest  well  my  power 
On  human  souls.     Give  me  dominion  on 
The  earth.     Let  God  and  Mammon  meet  in  open  field, 
And  men  will  try  iu  vain  to  serve  us  both. 
I'll  make  men  lunatics  and  fools;  and  they 
Shall  run  through  polar  snows  and  torrid  heats, 
At  risk  of  life  and  happiness,  to  dig 


In  holes  and  corners  of  the  earth  among 

Wild  beasts  and  men  more  savage,  to  obtain 

A  little  yellow  dust ;  aye,  at  the  risk 

Of  endless  life  and  all  the  starry  crowns 

Heaven  offers  them  ;  while  famine,  pestilence 

And  fever  come,  and  sweep  them  off  like  chaff ; 

And,  ere  each  livid  corpse  is  cold,  his  old 

Companions  gather,  vulture  like,  and  fight 

And  gash  each  other  for  the  gold  he  leaves! 

And  in  their  turn,  fall  with  their  ill-got  wealth, 

And  give  their  bodies  to  the  ravenous  wolf, 

Their  souls  to  hell!     Assassins,  robbers— all 

The  monsters  earth  has  known  shall  be  my  slaves ! 

The  charming  maiden  in  her  beauty  and 

Her  pride,  with  all  her  store  of  holy  love, 

Shall  break  her  plighted  vows,  and  leave  the  young 

And  noble  man  who  loved  her  most,  to  die 

Heartbroken,  while,  though  sickened  with  disgust, 

She  weds  the  gray-haired  wretch  who  has  the  bags 

Of  gold !  to  whom  men  bow  with  reverence, 

And  call  him  rich,  and  great,  and  wise,  and  good  ; 

Though  every  piece  of  gold  he  owns  was  bought 

With  human  blood,  or  wrung  from  hands  of  want 

By  greed  and  cruelty !     N.iy,  he  who  owns 

Much  wealth  shall  rise  at  midnight  hour — 

Steal  from  his  bed  on  tiptoe — cautiously 

Inspect  his  house  for  fear  of  robbery, 

Then  open  up  his  iron  chest,  and  count 

Each  glittering  coin,  and  hug  it  to  his  heart 

And  worship  it;  then  go  away  and  grind 

The  faces  of  tha  poor,  the  widow  and 

The  fatherless  ;  nor  heed  his  conscience  or 

His  God  !  and  in  his  dying  agony 

Clutch  up  the  shining  yellow  pieces  in 

His  skinny  hands,  and  come  with  all 

My  votaries,  to  make  his  bed  in  hell  !" 

As  Mammon  paused  the  D^vil  grinned 
A  horrible  and  ghastly  smile  on  him. 
Then  rose  Bjelzebub,  destroyer  fell, 
And  thus  he  spake  : 

"  Arch  ruler  of  the  damned, 

Hear  me !     Minkind  have  called  me  god  of  flies, 
And  I  would  like  to  let  them  feel  the  pain — 
The  mortal  pain — of  my  musquito  bites. 
You  know,  the  earthquake,  famine,  avalanche, 
Yolcano,  pestilence  and  plague  are  mine. 
Give  me  the  world  !   I'll  pour  down  lava  from 
The  mountain  tops,  burn  up  the  fruits  of  earth 


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And  overwhelm  the  cities,  with  their  wealth 

And  people,  in  the  twinkling  of  an  eye ; 

And  from  the  lofty  glacier's  summit  hurl 

The  avalanche  on  slumbering  villages. 

I'll  dry  up  all  the  springs;  send  hail  and  blight 

And  mildew  on  the  fields.     The  earthquake  then 

Shall  smack  his  horrid  mumbling  lips, 

And  swallow  up  the  weeping  country,  and 

The  plague  shall  finish  what  the  famine  and 

The  earthquake  leave  ;  and  men  shall  fall  in  streets. 

And  houses  shall  be  full  of  dying  men 

And  dead,  when  none  are  left  to  bury  them. 

Then  dogs  shall  howl  through  vacant  streets,  without 

A  master,  in  old  palaces  the  owls 

And  ravens  build  their  nests,  and  ships  rot  in 

The  docks  ;  and  all  the  sons  of  men  destroyed 

By  me,  unwarned,  will  I  send  down  to  thee, 

As  tribute,  Chieftain.     Let  me  rule  the  world !" 

Loud  rang  the  plaudits  as  this  tieud  sac  down, 
And  all  the  rest  obsequiously  gave  place, 
Not  doubting  that  Beelzebub  would  be 
Appointed  ruler  of  the  earth. 

The  noise  was  hushed,  and  all  in  silence  waited  their 
Great  master's  word  ;  when  suddenly,  behind 
A  beetling  cliff  far  on  the  burning  lake, 
Arose  a  blue  and  lambent  flame  which,  while 
They  gazed,  look  shape— a  horrid  shape! — and  came 
And  stood  before  the  gathered  fiends.     'Twas  clad 
In  vesture  wet  with  blood  ;  the  gore  hung  from 
His  h*Avy  beard  and  matted  locks,  and  fierce 
The  fires  of  hell  shot  from  his  burning  eyes. 
Ev'n  Satan  started,  pale  with  fear,  and  hell 
Shrank  back  with  horror. 

"Ha!  ye  fear 

lie !"  hissed  the  horrid  monster ;  "  yet  ye  know 
Me  not,  ye  Powers  of  Darkness,  for  I  am 
An  earth-born  spirit,  and  have  long  been  hid; 
Bat  now  I  come  to  yield  allegiance  to 
His  majesty,  and  claim  the  offered  prize. 
Ho,  fear  not,  Lucifer !  but  let  me  rule 
And  ruin  yon  fair  mortal  flesh  ;  for  none 
In  ftirthy  dark  domain  hath  power  like  mine. 
Old  Moloch,  Belial,  Mammon  and 
Beelzebub  have  promised  much ;  bat  they 
Scarce  know  the  alphabet  of  wickedness. 
O,  let  them  be  my  minions.     I  will  show 
Them  their  own  power  and  mine.     My  shapes 
And  names  are  legion.     I  can  change  them  as 


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I  will ;  and,  walking  in  disguise,  to  me 

All  doors  are  open.    Where  prevail  disputes 

And  anarchy,  there  I  will  be ;  and  I 

Will  come  with  cruelty  and  from  the  hearts 

Of  men  burn  out  all  mercy,  till  they  are 

Incarnate  fiends.     Beneath  the  gallows,  while 

The  dying  rattle's  in  the  criui'nal's  throat 

I'll  drive  to  theft  and  murder.     I  will  cause 

Assassination  a'nd  the  midnight  fire. 

I'll  plunge  my  victims  into  wretchedness, 

And  cast  them  forth  to  want  and  wintry  winds ; 

And  babes  shall  perish  in  their  mother's  arms 

With  tears  froze  into  ice-drops  on  their  cheeks. 

I'll  point  the  dagger  of  the  husband  at 

His  wife,  and  her  warm  blood  shall  stain 

The  cradle  of  their  babe.     The  son  shall  draw 

His  knife  across  his  father's  throat,  and  his 

Gray  hairs  shall  drip  with  gore  !    And  vengeance,  war 

And  jealousy  I'll  rouse  ;  and  then  the  base 

Incendiary's  torch  shall  be  for  me 

My  banner,  and  the  crackling  flames 

Of  burning  villages,  and  shrieks 

Of  murdered  innocence,  the  music  of 

My  march,  while  I  prepare  for  Pestilence, 

And  open  cities  to  his  ravages. 

I'll  send  disease  and  famine 'to  the  lands 

Of  health  and  plauty.     I  will  coil  myself 

In  all  the  fruits  and  seeds  of  earth  -  -aye,  in 

The  grain-sheaf  and  the  clustering  grape. 

They'll  crush  the  grape  and  grind  the  grain,  and  press 

Them  through  the  fiery  still,  and  fancy  that 

They  triumph  over  me ;  yet,  from  the  bubbles  of 

The  mocking  wine  cup,  I  will  laugh  them  all  to  scorn. 

They  shall  have  woes,  and  wounds,  and  blood-shot  eyes.: 

Yet,  in  their  agony,  they'll  fly  to  their 

Destroyer  for  relief.     I'll  soothe  them  with 

A  balm  that  changes  into  bitter,  burning  gall. 

Jehovah  may  send  from  his  bosom  spirits  jpure 

As  light,  with  angel  features  to  awake 

A  mother's  love  and  swell  a  father's  heart 

With  hope,  and  be  an  inspiration  to 

The  painter's  or  the  sculptor's  cunning  hand; 

Yet  in  those  spirits  I  will  kindle  such 

A  fire  as  shall  consume  their  innocence, 

And  crush  the  mother's  loving  heart,  and  blast 

The  father's  cherished  hopes,  and  change  those  bright, 

Angelic  smiles  to  such  a  horrid,  fiendish  look 

As  will  proclaim  to  all  their  wretchedness. 


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And  long  the  cherubim  shall  wait  in  v*in 

For  their  returning  to  the  pearly  gates. 

The  student  at  his  books,  mechanic  at 

His  torls,  and  farmer  at  his  plow,  will  I 

Debauch.     I'll  craze  the  brains  of  captains  of 

The  sea,  and  ships  and  man  shall  ba  destroyed. 

Bright  genius,  talent,  learning,  wisdom,  power, 

And  piety,  I'll  trample  in  the  dust —  «•* 

No  class  of  men  shall  be  secure  from  me. 

The  consecrated  clergy,  whose  young  hearts 

Were  wholly  dedicated  to  the  work 

Of  God,  shall  break  their  sacred  vows, 

Defile  their  garments  and  become  my  slaves. 

The  souls  of  princes,  presidents  and  kings 

Shall  yield  to  my  infernal  torture,  and, 

While  every  nerve  shrieks  out  in  agony, 

I'll  open  to  their  startled  gaze  the  pit 

Where  they  shall  wail  and  gnash  their  teeth  forevormore. 

Nor  is  this  all ; — I  know  that  you  will  laugh 
A  fiendish  laugh  of  unbelief ;— but  I 
Will  manage  so,  that  men  shall  think  I  am 
Their  friend,  and  be  most  merry  at  the  sight 
Of  their*  worst  foe.     And  they  will  smile  on  me 
At  wedding  feasts,  and  funeral  parties  take 
Me  as  a  solace  for  their  grief ;  and  in 
Their  bondage  shout  that  they  are  free  !  and  danca 
Like  maniacs  to  the  music  of  their  chains  ! 
Yea,  while  I  bind  their  brows  with  iron  crowns 
Of  suffering,  yet  shall  they  worship  me, 
And  for  my  sake  give  houses,  lands,  and  gold, 
And  wife  and  children,  and  the  hope  of  heaven. 
Aye,  while  I  torture  and  destroy  the  race 
Of  Adam,  men  shall  call  me  good,  and  say 
I  am  '  a  creature  of  the  Lord;'  and  kings 
And  governments,  declaring  my 
Existence  is  a  'puUic  good,1  pass  laws 
Protecting  me  and  mine,  while  we  walk  through 
The  earth  to  gather  hell's  full  harvest  home. 
Or,  if  perchance  the  pious  zealots  may 
Secure  enactments  aiming  to  prevent 
My  work,  the  cry  of  '  persecution  and 
Restriction  of  the  liberties  of  men  !' 
Will  always  blind  the  masses,  and  create 
A  sympathy  for  my  most  faithful  friends 
Who  deal  damnation  to  deluded  dupes. 
We'll  take  religion  as  a  garb ;  we'll  make 
The  church  of  God  our  fort,  and  poison  those 
Who  take,  in  faith,  the  sacramental  cup ; 


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And  men  shall  deem  it  sacrilege  to  touch 
Us  in  our  work  of  murder. 

Make  me  thy 

Vicegerent  on  the  earth,  and  blood  and  tears 
Shall  flow  like  water  ;    graves  shall  mark  where  I 
Have  gone  in  my  triumphal  journey,  and 
Hell's  every  wave  break  on  a  living  shore 
Heaped  with  the  damned  like  pebbles  on  the  beach." 

He  ceased,  and  one  unearthly  yell  arose, 

Mid  stamping  feet  and  clang 

Of  adamantine  shields,  applauding  long  and  loud. 

Then,  Safan  from  his  throne  came  down,  and  led 

The  specter  to  a  seat  at  his  right  hand, 

And  him  addressed  :     "  O  dreadful  being  !  if 

Thou  canst  indeed  do  all  these  things, 

Thou  shalt  be  my  vicegerent  on  the  earth  ! 

Go  forth  and  cram  hell  with  the  souls  of  men  — 

But  first,  pray  tell,  what  is  thy  name?" 

The  fiend  replied,  "  My  name  is  ALCOHOL  !" 

And  with  that  word  he  spread  his  broad  bat  wings, 

And  hell  grew  light  as  he  went  forth. 

Ah,  how 
He  has  fulfilled  his  dark,  infernal  task  ! 

What  a  terrible  reign  has  King  Alcohol  held  ! 

How  the  hosts  of  the  lost  with  his  minions  have  swelled 

For  a  thousand  years  hath  his  fiery  breath 

Been  smiting  the  earth  with  crime  and  death, 

And  furnishing  men  as  the  daintiest  food 

To  the  horrible  flesh-worms'  slimy  brood. 

But  another  thousand  years  has  come, 
And  I  hear  the  sound  of  the  temperance  drum 
Which  is  calling  us  out  to  a  glorious  war, 
And  the  people  are  rallying  near  and  far  ; 

And  the  old  monarch,  Alcohol,  must  go  down, 
Although  he  and  his  worshipers  rage  and  frown. 
The  millenial  day  of  a  thousand  3rears, 
Is  dawning  now  on  our  night  of  tears. 

And  the  visions  that  glow  on  the  prophet's  page, 
Which  have  gladdened  the  church  from  age  to  age, 
And  the  things  the  apostle  on  Patmos  saw, 
Are  about  to  take  place.     From  that  holy  law 

In  which  they  are  found,  not  a  tittle  can  fail, 
Though  in  their  fulfillment  rum-sellers  must  quail, 
And  men  who  are  drinking  wine,  brandy  and  ale, 
The  red-faced  and  bloated,  the  haggard  and  pale, 


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Must  give  up  their  bad  habits,  th:»t  earth  ruay  be  filled 
With  the  knowledge  of  Christ ;  and  the  young  must  be  drilled 
Into  habits  of  temperance,  faith,  hope  and  love, 
80  that  they  may  be  fitted  for  mansions  above. 

The  bright  morning  has  dawned — let  us  sing  this  glad  ;»iig  ; 
With  her  walls  of  salvation,  our  city  is  strong, 
And  her  gates  are  flung  wide  to  the  children  of  Godf 
While  the  haters  of  righteousness  yield  to  His  rod. 

"  On  the  bells  of  the  horses,"  in  letters  of  light, 

Shall  be  "  HOLINESS  UNTO  THE  LORD,"  and  the  right 

Shall  in  glory  and  triumph  .march  over  the  world, 

While  the  foes  of  the  Lord  from  their  thrones  shall  be  hurled  ; 

For,  "  I  saw  thrones  and  them  that  sat  thereon, 

And  judgment  unto  them  was  given." 
Thank  God  I  "  The  saints  shall  judge  the  world."     March  on  ! 

This  is  the  voice  of  Heaven. 

Then,  on  to  battle  and  to  victory  I 

And  dream  not  of  retreat ; 
Our  weapons  are  not  carnal,  and  the  free, 

In  panoply  complete, 
Shall  conquer,  though  our  wily  foe  may  be 

Bold,  fierce,  and  strong,  and  fleet ; 
For  right  gives  might,  as  God  is  king,  and  He 

Has  never  known  defeat. 

Behold  around  us  valiant  hosts  arrayed, 

All  steadfast  as  a  rock  I 
And  drunken  presidents  and  kings  must  fade 

Before  their  ballot  shock. 
No  longer  through  dark  seas  of  blood  shall  wadu 

Such  men,  our  woes  to  mock. 
The  fall  of  Tyranny  can  not  be  long  delayed. 

His  iron  turrets  rock. 

The  fury  of  our  law-defying  hordes, 

Shall  soon  give  place  to  fears, 
And  they  who  truckle  to  them  have  rewards 

In  blood,  and  groans,  and  tears ; 
Then  into  plowshares  men  shall  beat  their  swords, 

To  pruning  hooks  their  spears. 

Fair  as  the  moon,  clear  as  the  sun  at  noon, 

And  terrible  to  view, 
As  armies  with  their  banners  all  unfurled, 

To  conquer  and  subdue, 
We  march  at  Christ's  command,  who  coiues 

The  world  and  all  things  to  renew. 


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The  seventh  angel's  joyful  trumpet  sounds; 

Glad  voices  ring  through  heaven  ; 
The  kingdoreis  of  the  earth  the  world  around 

To  Christ  the  Lord  are  given. 
On  his  white  horse  the  King  of  glory  rides ; 

His  sword  is  on  his  thigh, 
And  heaven's  bright  armies  follow  at  his  sides — 

Our  triumph's  drawing  nigh.  • 

Old  Babylon,  the  great,  the  gay,  the  fine, 

That  made  all  nations  drunk 
With  her  adulterated  cup  of  wine, 

Is  fallen,  fallen,  sunk] 
God's  wrath  is  now  the  press  in  which  her  vine 

Shall  have  her  clusters  crushed, 
And  blood  to  horses'  bridles  flow  where  wine 

Before  in  torrents  gushed. 

The  mighty  angels  whose  bright  sickles  shone, 

Proclaim  earth's  vintage  ripe. 
O'er  all  this  vale  of  tears,  the  old  dry  bones 

Are  showing  signs  of  life  ; 
The  trump  of  God  His  children  cheers;  its  tones 

Urge  on  the  glorious  strife. 

This  is  the  first  glad  resurrection  day, 

The  martyrs*  rise  and  reign, 
And  Satan  shall  be  bound  without  delay — 

I  see  his  heavy  chain — 
His  grand  vicegerent,  Alcohol,  gives  way ; 

His  fury  is  in  vain. 

The  dying  monster  struggles  yet.     But  O  \ 

The  Lion  of  the  tribe 
Of  Judah  has  the  power  to  lay  him  low. 

He  will  not  take  a  bribe, 
But  on  from  conquering  to  conquer  go, 

Through  scoff,  and  taunt,  and  gibe. 

The  great  red  dragon's  flood  of  liquid  flame 

Is  ebbing  every  hour, 
While  all  the  hosts  in  heaven  and  earth  proclaim, 

Salvation,  glory,  power, 
To  him  who  sits  upon  the  throne,  whose  name 

We  rev'rently  adore! 

Then  hallelujah !  for  our  God,  the  Lord 

Omnipotent  doth  reign ! 
All  Jiattdujah!  his  right  arm  and  sword 

Our  victory  shall  gain  ! 
Yes,  HALLELUJAH!  !    Shout  that  joyous  word 

Forevermore !     Amen  J 

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